A platformer
Now I'm old and a permanent platformer .
I've traversed long from here to there , from nowhere to somewhere ;
For my nativity has sunk into oblivion .
The path I've trodden down is shadowed .
And memories are , by myself ,slaughtered to get forgotten,
Excepting a piercing wailing, in a blackout night ,
From the shade across ,of the boisterious girl ,
I'd known since the evening, l laid my rag on this shelter of "pilgrim".
My worrying, awaited night retreated
With glimmering of dawn and clamoring of the platformes.
A babe was born of , might not you call,
The Virgin ;
But I blessed The Newcomer,
The Liberator .
My true successor, a homeless , " I hail your birth !
For everyone is born somewhere
And his Birthday heralds his Holly Crucification-Anywhere ."
Kolkata
23/7/2021
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